Your Dad … had a “Ronald Colman” moustache.
He was a good-looking man your dad. All the ladies were after him.
I had to give one or two a piece of my mind.
Category: Syb’s Stories
We used to make our own hats … your Aunty and I … back in the 1920s when we were young. You bought your own felt shape, steamed it to fit, put on the trim and …
Voilà!
People used to say I looked like Gloria Swanson … which I did, if I do say so myself.
I was going to bed on the first night in the new house. Of course I was on my own because your father had died a long time before that. All of a sudden, I sensed a presence near my bed. Cold, just cold … and I knew it was a ghost.
“What did you do?”
I said… I don’t know who you are but I don’t want you here. Go away.
“Did it?”
Yes.
I’m sure that there are plenty of things that Syb and I will be talking about. My hair, for one thing. How lucky I am to have my father’s hair, so thick and curly. But perhaps I should get it cut properly. And use my father’s favourite hair product – Vaseline.
